Bedroom Confessions: The Boss’s Plaything

The lighting in the room is soft, casting shadows that dance across the walls. It’s kind of eerie, actually, how the light hits her skin, making her look almost ethereal. But then, she’s not just any woman. She’s Viola, my wife, and she’s standing there, nude, with her arms raised and placed behind her head. It’s a pose she’s practiced, I guess, for moments like this. The bed is partially covered with white sheets, crumpled and inviting, like it’s been waiting for this. And there’s a radiator beneath the furniture, its warmth a stark contrast to the cool air in the room. She’s not alone in this, though. Her boss, the one who’s been eyeing her for months, is the real mastermind behind this scene. He’s the one who takes her on business trips, using her as a ‘gift’ for clients. It’s a sick game, really, but she plays it well.

Viola’s Submission: A Willing Offering

Her eyes meet mine, and there’s a flicker of something—guilt, maybe, or just a hint of the thrill she gets from this. She’s always been a bit of a tease, but this is different. This is her submitting to a power she can’t control, and it’s both exciting and terrifying. The picture on the wall above the furniture seems to watch, a silent witness to her surrender. It’s a strange feeling, knowing that she’s not just mine anymore, that she belongs to him in these moments. But that’s the deal, isn’t it? She’s his plaything, and I’m the cuckold, watching from the shadows.

The Power Play: A Husband’s Perspective

The room is quiet, except for the distant hum of the radiator. It’s a sound that’s almost soothing, a contrast to the storm of emotions inside me. I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking, what she feels as she stands there, offering herself up. Is it just a job to her, or is there something more? The way her boss looks at her, with that mix of lust and ownership, it’s a sight that both repulses and fascinates me. And yet, here I am, watching, waiting, part of this twisted dance. It’s a power play, and I’m the one who’s lost control. But in a way, that’s what makes it so intense. The uncertainty, the vulnerability, it’s all part of the game.